After the Wednesday ResourceScout meeting the KM comes over on Thursday to look at forceplate and EMG data results. I have agreed to automate a number of the data processing steps in Microsoft Excel. I geek-out and show him some interesting macros and actually I learn a new little trick. And I learn a fair amount about diving based on the data that he has collected. We agree to get together at a coffeehouse, both of us bringing laptop computers, in a short amount of time so that we can automate more things.
In true geek mode, everything that I do is open source for artists, writers, zoologists, and KMs. (As well as anyone else who wants it!)
Friday I find that I have lost the two pounds that I gained last week and then some. Oops.
I head to Long Beach courthouse for juror selection. The process is not finished by 4:30pm on Friday, so I'll be reporting again on Monday.
Friday night sees me heading to a straight, southbay club (Need I say more?) in order to see and hear a co-worker's band play. I walk in to the club, position myself so that I can see, and relax. One minute later the first song ends and my co-worker points at me from the stage and asks the crowd, "Is there a doctor in the house?"
A number of other TRW people show up and make comments to me about weight, music, TRW, and hair. I'm getting tired of hearing about that one subject.
Saturday I go for a cranking 40 mile bicycle ride and enjoy the ocean and associated tributary waterways. And find myself in West Hollywood at 10pm. I run into person N from last week, person C from near Christmas, and person J who was involved with one of the past Thanksgiving dinners. Eventually I settle into a long conversation with person L and person J' (to indicate a difference from Person J). Person L is nice and we exchange telephone numbers.
The worst part about going to West Hollywood on a Saturday night is leaving. Because at 2am there are still lots of people wandering around the streets - heading for after-hours parties and trying to make their way home. And there is a lot of valet traffic for playhouses that muck up traffic.
I'm asleep by 3am this time and am waking up at 7:30 am for a bicycle ride. Except that I am tired and so I quit after 20 miles. And spend the rest of the day recovering, answering the telephone, having a one hour telephone conversation with person L, and answering email.
During the jury selection process on Monday morning, the judge and the counselors say that we have two choices concerning witness testimony: Choose to believe the testimony (correlation coefficient = 1) or choose to not believe the testimony (correlation coefficient = 0). I interrupt the proceedings and insist that I need to be able to believe the opposite of the testimony of the witness (correlation coefficient = -1). There is discussion back and forth between the judge, the counselors, and me. I continue to insist on no limitations on the correlation coefficient. I am eventually dismissed as a potential juror.